WELCOME

Follow along as my friends and I "search" for love and happiness! I have many girlfriends spread across the country who also have friends who may have an interesting story for me to share. No worries friends and our "boos" your names are safe... I won't tell, if YOU don't tell. Look at each post not to see if you know who I am talking 'bout but instead to grow and help us grow as the wonderful women we are.







Don't ask me who I'm talkin' 'bout, 'cause I ain't tellin'! LOL

But don't forget to add your 2 cents.... I like to hear others opinions even if I dont agree.... but hey maybe you do agree....








*SMOOCHES*



~Keisha~



Sunday, November 13, 2011

What's In a Lie... My take...

Boy please.....

A few months ago, my friend posted a blog. I clearly should have shared it because I found myself living out a similar situation. Check it out here.

During Thanksgiving break, I was in my good ole’ hometown with my "boo" and I found myself in a sticky situation. Before I go any further, he wasn’t and still isn’t my boyfriend; therefore in my eyes, exclusivity does not exist in our “relationship.” One night, I found myself looking at his ex make a scene. His ex who claims they still had some type of relationship although he was “with” me. I.WAS.HOT! Now, you may ask why was I mad – after all, we’re not exclusive, right? Is it because he had another girl? Nope. He should totally do him! Reason number one I was pissed: I felt as if the entire situation was full of intentional deceit and lies. He took it upon himself to go above and beyond to prove that he wasn’t involved with anyone besides me. I never asked that question, nor did I have a desire to know. Our relationship wasn’t at the point where I felt as though I was ready to make it exclusive. I was aware of all that comes with that. However, to lie about the fact that you did/didn’t have a date lined up for the weekend when you clearly stated you were going with a homey or alone. "You ain't gotta lie to kick it." Honesty is important in any relationship. I know I said clearly for him to get his shit together before I arrived because I didn't want any drama. Second, he has some nerve to act like every time I don't answer my phone or go out, I'm with a man. That's because that's clearly the shit he does. My female instinct told me he’s projecting his behavior on me. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt and not falsely accuse people. I am a firm believer that what is done in the dark will come to the light.

Now... with all that being said, we still talk/date/whatever...no “side eyes" please.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

#Hoodratthingswithfriends


On a recent trip home to Martinsville (Hoodrat, VA), something happened along the way that took me back about 10 years. I found myself experiencing déjà vu in several ways. I also had my aunts rank my female cousins and myself on who is most likely to pop off at the mouth and flip the $@!% out: I came in at No. 2…ABOVE my sister!!! *BBM confused face*. I TOTALLY disagree with this ranking. These two situations made me think back on all the “hoodratthings I’ve done with friends” back in the day. One of my friends said that I am secretly country hood. Hmmmm...possibly...LOL! I thought I’d give you a couple of #hoodratthingswithfriends that came fresh to my mind this weekend. Enjoy!


Once upon a time, I was teenage girl with a fresh driver’s license doing all (well maybe not all) the things my mother told me not to do. All my #hoodratthingswithfriends stories I am going to share all occurred in places where my momma told me not to go...


One night, I was at a party talking to my boyfriend when his little ex cut in (without asking) and started dancing with him. My Gemini twin almost snatched that ponytail until I realized I was not about to actually fight this chick. Hey, I like to win and I don’t fight losing battles and this was definitely about to be a losing battle. I wasn’t on my turf, nor did I have any of my crew with me. I am not a fan of getting jumped...LOL #I'mjustsaying


Then another night I spent the night showing my a$$ in the street. You know, screaming in the street and nonsense like that. Same boyfriend, different girl. Every time I think of my a$$ off the main strip cursing men out at 17, I just giggle.


Now, I will admit the stories I shared aren’t THAT ridiculous, but are funny to recollect nonetheless. I do have a point besides for you to shake your head at me. Sometimes ladies, we need to pick our battles wisely and discern when we might need show our rachetness. Remember ladies, not everyone needs to see your crazy. Keep it classy. *blows kisses*